Oh,
I do fairly well at the usual Christmas stuff, the part my family and others
tend to see. It’s the heart of Christmas
I really seem to, as my 13 year old son would say, “epically fail.”

I
fail at the whole “find time to lovingly reflect on Jesus coming to earth in
the most unlikely way” thing.

Somehow
I expect that I will simply “find” the time to reflect, as if the clock will
magically stop at the exact moment I feel I have a chance to work it in to my
chaotic schedule. Christmas music and
church services and the like help some, but often they are also one more
checkmark on my To Do list.

And
then it’s gone. December 25 becomes
December 26, and it’s the New Year and resolutions and new school
semesters. And I missed my chance
AGAIN. The heart of Christmas remains
out in the cosmos with the Star of Bethlehem instead of swaddled safely in the
manger of my heart. I beat myself up
with a handful of Christmas cards in one hand and my new iPod in the other. AGAIN.

But
then an idea dawns, like the weak winter sun over the horizon, showcasing the
glisten of frost on the dead grass of my heart.
A gentle voice whispers to my soul, “It is not too late, My
daughter. It is never too late to reflect
on Me. Every time you sang a song of
praise to Me this year, every time you read My words, every time you gave a cup
of water to a thirsty soul in My name, you were reflecting on Me. You were reflecting Me. You will continue to reflect Me.”

The Light shines in the darkness, and
the darkness has not overpowered it. (John
1:5)

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